Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mi noche triste (Recorded 1930), artist - Carlos Gardel. Album song Carlos Gardel: The King of Tango, Vol. 1, in the genre Аргентинское танго
Date of issue: 31.12.1998
Record label: Nimbus
Song language: Spanish
Mi noche triste (Recorded 1930)(original) |
Percanta que me amuraste |
En lo mejor de mi vida |
Dejándome el alma herida |
Y esplin en el corazón |
Sabiendo que te quería |
Que vos eras mi alegría |
Y mi sueño abrasador |
Para mi ya no hay consuelo |
Y por eso me encurdelo |
Pa' olvidarme de tu amor |
Cuando voy a mi cotorro |
Y lo veo desarreglado |
Todo triste, abandonado |
Me dan ganas de llorar |
Y me detengo largo rato |
Campaneando tu retrato |
Pa' poderme consolar |
De noche cuando me acuesto |
No puedo cerrar la puerta |
Porque dejándola abierta |
Me hago ilusión que volvés |
Siempre traigo bizcochitos |
Pa' tomar con matecito |
Como si estuvieras vos |
Y si vieras la catrera |
Como se pone cabrera |
Cuando no nos ve a los dos |
Ya no hay en el bulin |
Aquellos lindos frasquitos |
Adornados con moñitos |
Todos de un mismo color |
Y el espejo esta empañado |
Si parece que ha llorado |
Por la ausencia de tu amor |
La guitarra en el ropero |
Todavía esta colgada |
Nadie en ella canta nada |
Ni hace sus cuerdas vibrar |
Y la lampara del cuarto |
También tu ausencia ha sentido |
Porque su luz no ha querido |
Mi noche triste alumbrar |
Percanta que me amuraste |
En lo mejor de mi vida |
Dejándome el alma herida |
Y esplin en el corazón |
Sabiendo que te quería |
Que vos eras mi alegría |
Y mi sueño abrasador |
Para mi ya no hay consuelo |
Y por eso me encurdelo |
Pa' olvidarme de tu amor |
(translation) |
percanta that you walled me |
In the best of my life |
Leaving my soul wounded |
And splin in the heart |
knowing that I loved you |
that you were my joy |
And my burning dream |
For me there is no consolation |
And that's why I turned it on |
To forget about your love |
When I go to my parrot |
And I see it messed up |
All sad, abandoned |
they make me want to cry |
And I stop for a long time |
chiming your portrait |
To be able to console me |
At night when I go to bed |
I can't close the door |
because leaving it open |
I'm excited that you come back |
I always bring cupcakes |
To drink with matecito |
as if you were |
And if you saw the catrera |
how do you get goat |
When he doesn't see us both |
There is no longer in the bulin |
Those pretty jars |
Decorated with bows |
All of the same color |
And the mirror is fogged |
If it seems that she has cried |
For the absence of your love |
The guitar in the wardrobe |
is still hanging |
No one in it sings anything |
nor does it make its strings vibrate |
And the lamp in the room |
Also your absence has felt |
Because her light of her has not wanted |
my sad night light |
percanta that you walled me |
In the best of my life |
Leaving my soul wounded |
And splin in the heart |
knowing that I loved you |
that you were my joy |
And my burning dream |
For me there is no consolation |
And that's why I turned it on |
To forget about your love |